L. Ruin. Else let me be that shame unto my Sex,
That all belief may flie um.
Nee. Continue still
The Knights name unto my Guardianess,
She expects no other.
[L]. Ruin. He will, he will, assure you
Lady, Sir Gregory will be here, and suddainly
This Musick fore-ran him, is't not so consorts?
Ruin. Yes Lady, he stays on some device to bring along
Such a labour he was busie in, some witty device.
Nee. 'T[w]ill be long e'r he comes then, for wits a great
Labour to him.
Guard. Well, well, you'll agree better one day.
Nee. Scarce two I think.
Guard. Such a mock-beggar suit of cloaths as led me
Into the fools pair-of-Dice, with Dewze Ace,
He that would make me Mistriss Cun, Cun, Cunnie,
He's quite out of my mind, but I shall ne'er
Forget him, while I have a hole in my head;
Such a one I think would please you better,
Though he did abuse you.
Ruin. Fye, speak well of him now,
Your Neece has quitted him.
Guard. I hope she has,
Else she loses me for ever; but for Sir Gregory.
Would he were come, I shall ill answer this
Unto your Uncle else.